Cypress Poems - Poems about Cypress

The Met* has an exhibit, Cypress paintings by Van Gogh. We joined the crowds and went to see This most amazing show. Like all the other patrons, We snapped photos on our phones, Except for one lone painting, Which a rich collector owns. A guard stood right beside it; He was there to oversee. “No photos of this painting!” He repeated frequently. The owner said he’d lend...

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~wayward travels two men mixed greenery sun moonlight dark back ground life~ 7/18/23 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©...

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When soft zephyrs are stirring arbor leaves Words may be overheard whispered from trees. Leaned against a trunk, my ears on alert, This ranger heard soft words from a filbert. A long-limbed water oak, leaning half bent, Wryly some cross-cultural humor lent: “An ancient Sawtooth oak nearby is king His wide girth makes him The Lord of the Rings.” Wanda the willow was...

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Lone Cypress The lone cypress of Monterey mocks the wind The sea is amused....

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I awakened to giant egrets dancing while brilliant hawks bluster over head while thousands of white herons nest by night flying out every morning arriving within the Caribbean by noon only to return just in time for dinner cardinals perch low singing lovely hymns to the baby eagles just out of reach the blue...

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Dusk wades in. Anhinga necks stir shadows. A humid nightfall laps Cypress knee’s. where unseen eddy’s bubble and swirl. Florida evaporates at its lakeshores where nocturnal-fevers simmer. We are locked into the chaffing songs of crickets, the drilling buzz of mosquitoes, as cypress roots soak in a swampy drench. Egrets will rise before the dawn to watch the dark waters beneath the hang of Spanish...

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from where I am I see the holy field (I wanted to skip this stage, you know... stop getting impatient whenever I see little yellow flowers on the surface of the earth, never hear again the poisonous distant voice that calls, submit myself once and for all to the depressing hammer of the day and...

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~ A Monorhymed Fantasy ~ A virgin maid of twenty-nine angelic face, most benign Sought the life of the front lines her upbringing undermined... Two devilish, slack-jawed canines leaped at the cowering feline Antagonistic, their bloodlines simmering in rancid brine... Camouflaged prone, not supine a-slither and a-serpentine Amidst the poison ivy vine fangs redolent of...

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Oldest tree, where Black River old-growth weathers wetland over millennia. Your ancient sinker roots in dank swamp muck. Primordial conifer, Are you the sacred tree of Artemis, or part of Aristotle’s potential actualizing? What epic epoch do you realize? What timeworn bones in your woodland knobby knees? Your primeval bark peels the pages. Your hoary trunk holds the saga in wooden tissues of...

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Cypress ‘knee's’ lap in the light as dusk wades in. Evening parachutes down, it plants shallow pother around ankle-deep trunks. Anhinga necks stir shadows under a low moon. This is the gurgling gills of a melting evening. Florida ends at every lakeshore where night-fevers begin. A heated gloom that thickens where bugs quicken. We are locked into the chaffing songs of crickets, the drilling buzz of mosquitoes, as cypress...

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Golden thread cypress, Your personality, bright; Bush of the suns’ rays. Family resemblance, seen In shades of yellow and green. ...

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sentinels anchored on the coast- cypress grove May 1, 2018...

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I once towered proudly over my siblings, my moss laden arms strained to shadow those who slumber in my shade. My body thick from the years, stretching to the heavens, soaking in its nourishment. From within dense blanket I have harbored miracles of life. I have weathered the seasons, but now I am poised in solitude. Limbs, once strong, wither. I am but a fragile skeleton, my...

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She breathes Each breath flowing deeper To her roots and roofs She breathes the tropical air Each breath a proliferation of another being To her thin muscles, in vim and vigor prolonging every being She breathes in her light ...

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The tall Cypress trees that my daddy had planted years before i was begotten to me were the tallest in the land towering in majesty and magnificent and a glint of blue where the back was.. was peeling off - so tall they were lovely trees rising majestically to the very heavens themselves so angry was i at my daddy when he decided to...

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